Embankment

 

The force of the whirlpool, centrifugal for an instant, seems to want to condense its body, liquid, exerting pressure, to filter and emanate through a different channel.

An enveloping force.

I press down on the sleeves of my shirt, knotting it at the waist and, in that gesture.

I remember the concavities of the river in Apodaka, where Elena had pointed out, days before, the place where the water flows into a whirlpool.

Elena Aitzkoa Exhibition

Elena Aitzkoa

10.000 €